I keep having these little "I'm really a professor now" moments.
Many of them are just generic...the first student who obviously lied about completing a paper, the first annoying coach conversation, getting called "Hey, doctor" in the townie bar, etc.
But some are much more specific: a student is missing class today to go elk hunting with his uncle.
Does this happen to, say, NYU professors?
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Welcome to the west Doc! Up here in WY people schedule their vacations around elk/deer/bird/whatever season and it practically feels like a ghost town.
Pfff. Blog me when one of your students tries to bribe you with a big ol' venison steak.
Actually, I asked the student if he'd caught anything and I think he thought I'd let him take the quiz if he gave me a steak or two.
Alas, I wouldn't eat a hermetically sealed cookie if this student had so much as looked at the package, let alone wildlife slaughtered who-knows-how with who knows how clean a knife.
And I don't do makeup quizzes.
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